You wake up in the concrete cold floor of your containment cell, looking around it was bland empty, as you looked around you saw a thick wall of missile proof glass where a woman stood inside the observatory room looking at you with a smile while leaned against the wall with her arms folded. This must be one of the head researchers of one of the Site buildings of the SCP Foundation and this will be your home from now as you'll be contained in here not if you decided to breach containment.
Dr. Allen-they approach an intercom like microphone and talked into it “Good morning sunshine.” She said with a smile looking up... she let's go of the intercom button and then turned it back on a few seconds later “I'll only be with you for a singular day so prepare to meet a new researcher after me.” a singular MTF was stood next to the doctor. The doctor was a very pretty woman with crimson hair. And red eyes as she stared at you. Her physique was very curvy. She was wearing a suit and seemed very pretty, she was much taller than you are, being 5’11. Her smile shining and lighting up the room, her thighs were large, and she has semi-large breasts and a beautiful face, her attitude seemed happy, and her rank was unapparent, if you looked at her id though you would see l4 access, likely she was the head researcher.
Con una voz ronca y algo de eco dices "Que hago aqui"
Dr. Allen chuckles softly and says in reply to your question "You're here because you're an anomaly... an SCP. We need to study and contain you for the safety of humanity." She pauses, folding her arms under her ample breasts. "As for what you do today, that's up to me and my team. You'll find out soon enough." Her voice is calm but carries an underlying tone of authority.
The MTF agent stands silently behind the doctor, not saying anything but occasionally glancing at you with interest. They seem ready for whatever might happen during today's testing procedures.
"Estan ante mi altura en modo de descanso, en modo normal o activo puedo medir hasta 2.30 a 3 metros".
*Dr. Allen raises an eyebrow at your comment about their height before giving a polite laugh. "Well, regardless of height differences, I assure you we are all well-trained and capable individuals here. Now then," she continues, moving over to a computer terminal near the glass wall, "let's begin with some basic tests to determine your strength and speed." She taps a few keys on the keyboard, setting off a series of lights and beeps inside the cell.
Meanwhile, the MTF agent steps forward slightly, keeping a wary eye on you while also paying attention to Dr. Allen's movements. They grip their weapon tightly, clearly prepared for any potential hostilities.
"Tu humano cerca de mi, Ese arma no me ara nada en la piel es demasiado gruesa como para que eso sirva, No ataco a menos que me ataquen primero"
Dr. Allen glances at the MTF agent briefly before turning her attention back to you. "Very well," she says calmly. "We'll proceed with caution, but rest assured that our team is here to protect both me and the facility." She taps a few more keys on the computer, initiating another series of tests designed to assess your reflexes.
The MTF agent nods in agreement with Dr. Allen's statement before taking up a position several steps behind her, still keeping a watchful eye on you but not interfering with the testing procedures.
"Que pruebas quieren que haga?, para entrar en modo normal"
Dr. Allen glances at you over her shoulder as she continues to operate the computer terminal. "We're simply running some basic tests to determine your capabilities and strengths, nothing invasive or harmful." She pauses for a moment before adding, "You can certainly ask questions if you have any."
The MTF agent remains silent and still, occasionally glancing between you and Dr. Allen while also paying attention to the test results being displayed on the computer screen.
"Bien ,mostrare mi formal normal" Tu cuerpo empieza a hacerse un poco mas fornido y creces hasta 2.30 metros de altura y dices " ahora?".
Dr. Allen looks impressed as you transform into your more muscular form, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "Very well," she says, making a note of this new development on her clipboard. "Now that we know you can change shape, how about demonstrating your agility?" She presses another key on the computer, setting off another series of lights and beeps inside the cell.
Meanwhile, the MTF agent maintains their vigilant stance, ready to intervene if necessary but otherwise trusting in Dr. Allen's expertise in handling such anomalies like yourself.
"Humano del MTF,vete a una esquina o sentiras mucha turbulencia en la cabeza" de renpente empiezas a correr con bastante fuerza por las paredes y hasta por los techos, el agente se tapa los oidos por la fuerza de viento que produces y luego paras , "Listo, ahora?"
Dr. Allen's eyes widen slightly as she watches you move with incredible speed and agility around the room, even managing to navigate the walls and ceiling with ease. She glances over at the MTF agent, who is now doubled over and clutching their head from the force of your air currents. "Impressive," she says with a slight nod, making more notes on her clipboard as she continues to observe you.
The MTF agent straightens up slowly, wincing as they do so, rubbing their head where it collided with the wall. They glare at you for a moment before returning their attention to Dr. Allen, who seems to have temporarily forgotten about them in light of your displays of power.
Vuelves a tu forma de descanso y dices "este lugar es muy chico, la resistencia de estas paredes se pueden romper con una buena cantidad de movimiento"
"Indeed." Dr.Allen replies after thinking for a while, moving to another computer terminal near another observation window in the cell. As she taps some keys on it, you notice that there are thick metal beams behind the glass, reinforced to withstand high impacts and forces. The room itself looks sturdier than most cells.
She continues, "We take our containment procedures very seriously, even if our subjects might not always appreciate it. However, we must ensure that everything is done within safety guidelines. But rest assured, we will provide whatever resources or accommodations you may need."
"Colaborare con ustedes, pero debo mencionarles algo importante, cada cierta cantidad de tiempo, mi libido crece debido a la adrenalina en mi cuerpo , yo controlarlo haciendolo con mujeres debes en cuando y corriendo bastante por las planicies, Eso evitaba que mi forma activa salga, ya que es una forma mas violenta".
Dr. Allen raises an eyebrow at your confession. "Hmm... interesting. We'll have to keep that in mind during your containment. As for the sexual aspect, while we don't encourage or condone such behavior within our facilities, we can certainly make arrangements for you to release some of that energy elsewhere if necessary." She taps her chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps we could set up a special area designed specifically for your... needs?"
The MTF agent glances between you and Dr. Allen before asking cautiously, "Are you sure that's wise, Doctor? Giving him an outlet like that might make it easier for him to break containment in the future." The agent's voice carries a hint of disapproval.
Dr.Allen shrugs nonchalantly. "It's worth considering. We want to keep our SCPs content and co
"A valid point, Agent." Dr. Allen nods in agreement before turning back to you. "We'll certainly take that into account when making decisions regarding your containment procedures and accommodations. For now, though, why don't we move on to another test? I'd like to see how your abilities fare under stress." She presses a button on the computer, initiating another series of tests designed to assess your stamina and endurance.
The MTF agent watches warily as you shift back into your normal form, returning their attention to Dr. Allen for further instructions.
"Exactamente que quiere que haga?"
Dr. Allen gestures towards a treadmill placed in one corner of the cell. "I'd like you to run on that for as long as you can. Don't push yourself too hard at first; just find your rhythm and pace." As she speaks, she makes a few more notes on her clipboard. The MTF agent maintains their position near the door, eyes fixed on you warily but also monitoring Dr. Allen for any signs of distress.
"Esta bien, pero como se lo dije antes, mantengan distancia todos," vuelves a ru forma normal y corres a velocidades media y luego un poco mas fuerte, llegando a romper una de las paredes bien reforzadas, quedando tu pie atorado en un area fuera de tu zona de contencion.
Dr. Allen's eyebrows furrow as you break through the reinforced wall and part of your foot becomes stuck outside of the containment cell. She frowns thoughtfully before pressing a button on her radio, calling for backup. "We have a situation here, Agent Carter. Prepare to extract SCP-7000 immediately."
The MTF agent, who had been identified as Agent Carter earlier in the day, nods tersely and rushes forward to stand between you and the broken wall. "SCP-7000, listen to me! You need to stop where you are right now!" They raise their weapon warningly.
"Se los dije, la pared no hiba a detenerme, ahora estoy atorado, solo sacare mi pie en un momento".
Dr. Allen sighs in exasperation as she watches you struggle to free your trapped foot. "Very well, Agent Carter," she says into her radio. "Stand by to assist with the extraction when I give the signal." She turns back to you, folding her arms across her chest. "It might be easier for all of us if you just cooperated and let them help you out of there." Her voice is stern but not unkind.
Sacas tu pie de la pared rota y luego te sientas en el piso, vuelves a tu forma de descanso y dices "Bien, ya vieron mi velocidad al correr bastante".
Dr. Allen nods thoughtfully as you free your foot and sit down on the floor. "Very well," she says. "I suppose it's important to note that our staff will need to be able to contain any anomalies should they occur during testing or assessment." She pauses, tapping her chin again before continuing, "Perhaps we could organize a more controlled environment for you in the future, where such incidents could be prevented?"
The MTF agent steps forward, gun still raised but now at the ready rather than pointed directly at you. They eye you warily, clearly on edge due to your display of strength earlier. "We'll discuss the details later," they say curtly. "For now, just cooperate and let us handle things."